Pizza-line Bling

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*Leslie's P.O.V.*

"So next year you'll be a high-schooler, huh?" I asked Katerina as we were walking back to the pool after getting ourselves a couple bottles water.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I'm kinda scared, honestly. New people, new teachers, new subjects... I don't even know how I should feel about it," she played with the wrapper around her bottle.

"Don't worry about it," I smiled at her. "I'm sure you will be alright. The teachers are not that bad and we all know that you are a genius. There's nothing to worry about the subjects," I winked, making her giggle. "As for the people, I'm not gonna lie... It's not easy to be liked by everyone. But what you should care about is who you care about. The others know nothing about you. And don't for-"

Splash!

I felt my body getting surrounded by the "heavy" water of the pool. My ears blocked and my nose – as if it was an independent part of my body – started blowing and blocking the water from getting in my system.

"Fuck," I breathed in a freaking huge amount of air as soon as I made it out of the pool.

A hot manly laugh echoed, gaining many confused glances from the other swimmers.

"That was hilarious," Spencer continued his round of laughs. "Like, literally... Your face was pricele-"

Again, splash!

There's one thing I can surely confirm after having a couple of friends all these years. They always have your back.

"You're welcome, mister Squeals," Katherine saluted Spencer.

It was now Mia and I's time to start laughing hysterically. Feeling complete and thankful for getting even, I swam out of the not so crowded public pool.

When I finally made it out, I carefully walked back to where Mia had been lounging, reading one of her favourite magazines. I swear, she must be the only eighteen-year-old reading magazines nowadays.

"I see you got in again," she furrowed her eyebrows. "I thought we were leaving?"

"I didn't get in. A certain someone pushed me," I argued, trying to dry once again my curly hair.

"Here I am," he jogged towards us. With a smooth move, he took my beach towel hanging it around his neck.

"Hey! That's my towel," I complained, slapping him straight on the tummy. Or should I say perfectly shaped six pack...

Shh, brain. Shut up.

"Is it?" he unfolded it quickly, wearing an I-know-it-all smirk. An unfamiliar pattern of black and red dots appeared in front of my eyes.

"Uh oh," Mia chimed in.

A moment of silence came after that. I uncomfortably scratched my head and avoided looking at Spencer.

"Where are we going then?" I tried my best to change the subject, but all I did was make everyone laugh at my shyness and previous uncomfortable state.

"Why don't we grab some dinner at my dad's pizzeria?" Spencer suggested.

"Your dad owns a pizzeria?" Mia exclaimed surprised. Not to mention all the three of our's wide open pairs of eyes.

"Pizza is our life," Katerina added.

"What are we waiting for, then?" Spencer took my hand in his to help me stand up.

Of course, we couldn't just walk in in a restaurant wearing our bikinis and flip flops. After stopping by Mia's house for us girls to change, we went back on the road to get to Spencer dad's pizzeria.

"The only negative is that we'll have to get in from the back. I am not allowed to park the car in the customers' parking space," he informed us and we all nodded.

The 'back' of the restaurant was actually not bad. When trying to imagine it, I thought it would be like Ratatouille's one; dirt and rubbish all over the ground, leading to a creepy alley. But, no. This one was different.

"Welcome to our pizzeria!" a guy said with an Italian accent. He was wearing a toque blanche (traditional hat), a white double-breasted jacket, and white pants. Contrasting to his strong body frame, his face looked young and innocent.

"Keep it to yourself, Jerald. The girls are with me," Spencer slapped him playfully at the back.

Walking out of the kitchen, I saw him rolling his eyes and going back to cooking something that looked like a boat shaped pizza.

"Is he really Italian?" Katerina asked.

"Nah, but he is really an asshole," Spencer answered with a zero amount of joke in his voice. For a second I thought of asking him what he meant, but what I saw in front of me as soon as we sat down on a table shut me up.

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